Blaze Fucks Lois To Induce Labor

Though Lois Lane couldn't see it over her massive belly, she could feel the demon's cock at the entrance to her pussy. The demon was holding the reporter's ass, the immense pregnant-with-multiples stomach pinned between them, a position that the reporter found immensely uncomfortable.

"Look, this isn't going to work," the reporter said. "There's too much belly in the way. It's not going to fit."

"I can make it fit," Blaze said, her mouth split into a dire grin.

"...or, you can move us to a bed, and I can rest on my side...or ride on top..."

"Hmm," the scarlet succubus looked at the tremendous abdomen between them. "You have a point. And on your side, I can penetrate you deeper."

Lois Lane rolled her eyes.

The world shifted. It was like turning in place—that distinct sense of movement, of rotation—and when they 'stopped,' Lois Lane saw they were in her bedroom in her apartment.

Blaze laid her down on the bed. She set the humungous pregnant reporter down on her left side. From this angle, she could see how big the reporter had gotten...and if anything, she looked like the belly took up almost half her body.

The reporter laid a hand on the taut skin, thinking of the little lives within. Four babies...she hadn't even dreamed of having so many children, and here she was, ready to give birth at any moment.

A hand slid between the reporter's thighs, lifting her right leg up to provide access to her pussy. Blaze, of course, was prepared to jumpstart the whole birth process...and Lois Lane bit her lip as the crimson cock rubbed back and forth over her pussy lips. Maybe it was the hormones, or some sort of Stockholm syndrome, but the reporter could feel herself "in the mood" down there...

"Ahhh," Blaze said as she slid her scarlet schlong deeper into the pregnant pussy. "This is better than all the cunts of the cherubim. By the Dark Gods, I could fuck this pussy every day..."

"Don't get your hopes up," Lois shot back as the scarlet balls slammed into the reporter's swollen labia. "I'm not—ooph!—fucking you because I like you or anything—"

"No," Blaze said, and one red and reached around to rub the curve of the reporter's swollen midsection. "You wanted to get knocked up, didn't you? I remember what you said, back when you thought you were in control...you threatened to make me 'your pet fuckbuddy sextoy forever.'"

The hand slid down, over the hump of the reporter's belly, down between her thighs to rub at her clit. The cock was pushed deep inside of Lois, barely sliding and inch in and out, stuffing the poor pregnant reporter's birth canal full of demonic dick.

"It worked, didn't it?" Lois shot back. "We both...got...what we wanted..."

"No," Blaze pressed her lips down against Lois Lane's neck. "Once, perhaps, I would be satisfied with our bargain. Four souls to knock up a woman with quadruplets? Yesss...but now, I think, a night's pleasure isn't enough. I want more. I want...total access."

The cock shoved in deeper, hard enough to make Lois grunt and wince in pain...and then something happened, something changed. A terrible wetness flooded out from around the scarlet cock. It almost felt like the reporter was pissing herself, but as Lois Lane stared down at her humungous belly.

"Oh shit," Lois took a deep breath. "Um, I think this is definitely a conversation we need to have, but maybe after we get to the hospital? I'm like 95% sure my water just broke."

"We have time to finish," Blaze said. Her cock slid easily through the suddenly slick tunnel with obscene squelching noises.

"Finish fucking," Lois said, as a sudden cramp went through her abdomen, "or this conversation?"